08-10-2018, 04:27 PM
It didn’t take much to see that Chryseis inherited a lot from her father. The roan coloring, the golden, metallic blaze, and a personality that was far more outgoing than her mothers. Inwardly, this made Briseis happy. She was accustomed to her own awkward desire to be alone - and yet not wanting to be - but she didn’t want her daughter to be like that. She wanted Chryseis to fit in with Beqanna; she wanted her to have friends, excitement, a purpose. Not just live life as a shadow, like her.
She watches as just one of Chryseis’ ears flick backwards at Leilan’s stern sounding voice, and for a second it seems as though she is going to keep running. But as an afterthought the filly comes to a stop, waiting for her parents.
Briseis frowns just slightly at his mentioning of caves, and she replies matter of factly with, ”She doesn’t need to be exploring caves, they’re dangerous and other animals live there.” Other animals that like to eat horses. All she can do is snort at his mentioning of being the ‘fun’ parent. The black mare admittedly knew very little about having fun. She thinks maybe if she could recover lost memories she most likely was similar to all other foals; running, playing, and completely carefree. But she can’t remember any of that. Her childhood, and everything prior to Beqanna, was a bottomless black hole. All she remembers is a fight to survive, and she was still learning she didn’t have to fight quite so hard within Beqanna’s borders. If it weren’t for Leilan, Chryseis probably wouldn’t have any fun at all.
Chryseis lets her father enter the water ahead of her, prancing in place eagerly as he explains something about safety or whatever. The words are hardly out of his mouth before she splashes in after him, squealing in surprise as the cold water lands against her skin. Even though she knew it would be cold it somehow caught her off guard. She stands about fetlock- deep, feeling the way the water poured around her legs. She lowers her head, her muzzle skimming the surface as she takes a cautious step forward, the smooth pebbles shifting beneath her weight. She stares out across the wide expanse of the river, and looks up to Leilan thoughtfully and asks, ”Are there sharks in here?” Something about the way she asks indicate she’s not asking out of fear, but more so wondering if they can go looking for them.
@[Leilan]
She watches as just one of Chryseis’ ears flick backwards at Leilan’s stern sounding voice, and for a second it seems as though she is going to keep running. But as an afterthought the filly comes to a stop, waiting for her parents.
Briseis frowns just slightly at his mentioning of caves, and she replies matter of factly with, ”She doesn’t need to be exploring caves, they’re dangerous and other animals live there.” Other animals that like to eat horses. All she can do is snort at his mentioning of being the ‘fun’ parent. The black mare admittedly knew very little about having fun. She thinks maybe if she could recover lost memories she most likely was similar to all other foals; running, playing, and completely carefree. But she can’t remember any of that. Her childhood, and everything prior to Beqanna, was a bottomless black hole. All she remembers is a fight to survive, and she was still learning she didn’t have to fight quite so hard within Beqanna’s borders. If it weren’t for Leilan, Chryseis probably wouldn’t have any fun at all.
Chryseis lets her father enter the water ahead of her, prancing in place eagerly as he explains something about safety or whatever. The words are hardly out of his mouth before she splashes in after him, squealing in surprise as the cold water lands against her skin. Even though she knew it would be cold it somehow caught her off guard. She stands about fetlock- deep, feeling the way the water poured around her legs. She lowers her head, her muzzle skimming the surface as she takes a cautious step forward, the smooth pebbles shifting beneath her weight. She stares out across the wide expanse of the river, and looks up to Leilan thoughtfully and asks, ”Are there sharks in here?” Something about the way she asks indicate she’s not asking out of fear, but more so wondering if they can go looking for them.
briseis.
you’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece
you’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece
@[Leilan]